Novel & Cerita The Transmigrated Cannon Fodder Overthrows The Male Protagonist

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

Before she could finish, all the screens in the hall, including the reporters’ laptops and phones, suddenly changed. A high-definition video started playing on its own. The scene showed a hallway inside a mental hospital. Ryan glared at a doctor. “Increase the dosage! I want him so broken that he should be unable to even think.” The doctor hesitated. “Mr. White, if we keep this up, he’ll die.” Ryan sneered. “Good! That’ll save me the trouble. “I should be Moon’s husband! Xavier doesn’t deserve it.” Then, the screen switched to another video.

[Rosanna's POV] After suddenly dying from working too much, I realized that I had transmigrated into a novel that I'd been reading late into the night a few days ago. Unfortunately, I was neither the main female lead nor any of the supporting cast. Instead, I was the cannon fodder who was slated to only appear for a few scenes in the front before getting killed off after a while. The system bound to me told me that I was the wife of the story's main antagonist and the mother of the secondary antagonist. My mission was to change the trajectory of their lives and help them forge their own paths.

The crowd watched in hushed anticipation, the air thick with expectation. "Take your aims, sirs." The crowd watched in anticipation. "And Fire!" At the signal, both men turned and fired their pistols simultaneously. The shots rang out, echoing through the grove. Both men squeezed the trigger, but only one shot ranf out, silencing the birds. A look of shock and disbelief crossed Simon's face as he realised his treachery had backfired. He clutched his side where a bullet had struck, his sly smile replaced by a grimace of pain.

For a long moment, I stared at my reflection in the mirror, silent, then I exhaled slowly. Of course. If I had transmigrated into a novel… then the first thing any reasonable person would try to do was simple. Change the plot. Just like every transmigrator in those stories, avoid the tragic ending, escape the fate written by the author. So that’s exactly what I tried to do, my first decision was simple. Divorce Salvatore Mancini. If Lena Carter’s tragedy began with this marriage… then removing the marriage should remove the tragedy too. It sounded logical, simple, almost laughably easy, until the day I tried it.

"...do you want to access the help option?" Pepe suddenly remembered the prompt earlier. He thought that that was just his imagination but no, it was real! "My cheat! So the gods had not really forsaken me!" Pepe roared in his mind. Just like other transmigration stories in the novels, the main character has to have a cheat or something that would make him unique among everyone else. And here it came. His own fate changer! Pepe wanted to delve deeper into his cheat code but before he could do that, he had to get away first from the delicious naked woman before him.

"What do you think?" Kieran screamed. He looked like he was about to lose his damned mind. The woman he'd been chasing—this perfect, untouchable goddess—had already been taken by an outsider. Damn it! Bloodshot and trembling with fury, Kieran roared, "Kill him! I want him dead! Kill him now!" In an instant, several transcendent guards charged forward. A second later, they were gone. Completely obliterated. Not even ashes left behind. What a joke! These so-called transcendents weren't even at peak level. Hell, they didn't have a proper tier. Gideon barely registered them.

Everything starts to go black. The room that they are in begins to pull away from Moreen. Moreen’s hand lifts out to her mother and she screams loudly both out of fear and hate. The scream slowly turns into Troy’s scream. The image from a distorted memory of his comrade fully fades and he is back on the bridge, near its end. The boy has his arm out like he is reaching for something and bleeds from the corner of his mouth. He begins to breathe heavily and falls to his knees. He uses his right hand to cough in his hand. The boy reaches down to where the wound would be, tearing open his robe but he finds no wound, and only finds his own flesh. The coughing stops and the blood stops flowing out

Logan wiped away his tears and began to ask me, "Mr. Whitlock, how does it taste?" After downing the last cup of rat poison, I looked at Brielle and said softly, "They taste a little bitter… and a little sweet." Yes, the bitterness came from the poison. And the sweetness was knowing that after this death, I could finally leave for good. I turned to the camera with a smile. The live stream shot all the way to the top of the trending list, and Logan officially became the platform's top male streamer. After the streaming ended, Logan shot me a provocative look. I didn't respond. The poison was starting to take effect. I collapsed to the floor in agony, enduring the searing pain.

I asked. “......you think you can buy me out like I am a bad employee? Like I am a mistake you can pay to disappear?” He let out a short laugh, quiet annoying when I heard it. “....you know what I think,, Vivian?? I feel you are a smart girl,” he spoke calmly. “....and smart girls take the money when it is offered. Stupid girls stay and fight for a man who does not love them and they end up losing everything.” “I know you will make the right choice,” he said, tapping his fingers on the table in a rhythmic manner.